As a performing art troupe in the wizarding world, the Red Skull Dance Troupe is also famous.

They are similar to ghosts and belong to dead wizards, but they do not become ghosts, but become one-to-one version of Susanoo.

From then on, he began his career of selling both virtue and art.

Chair dance, striptease, pole dance... they can all be performed, and they will not be captured by the Ministry of Magic in Azkaban because of GHS.

However, at Dumbledore's request, they performed the magical version of "Hamlet".

Finally, Hamlet's Red Skeleton, holding the Thor's Bone, beat his uncle Claudius to death.

Hamlet took the resurrection stone again and resurrected his favorite Ophelia.

William was stunned for a moment. It was obviously a tragedy, but it was changed to a comedy.

He thought that Dumbledore could also move "Thunderstorm" to Hogwarts next year.

This little expert in magic modification may also find a way to turn the end into a comedy, such as... arranging a Duan Zhengchun plot for Zhou Ping's father Zhou Puyuan.

In this way, Zhou Ping and Lu Shiping will have no blood relationship. The two become half-siblings, and they can be together without pressure.

At the end of the performance, Dumbledore took a handkerchief and wiped his unstoppable tears.

"A drama, more charming than anything we do here!"

Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, and she had also heard a series of alternative words such as music, education, snacks, homosexual friends...

It was said by the principal on different occasions.

Of course Professor McGonagall would not point this out in public... Otherwise, why would she be the vice-chancellor, not Snape or Fleeve?

It's not without a reason!

"Professor, if you don't mind, I can lend you my shoulders."

As Dumbledore's number one horseman, Hager immediately gave him a lot of care.

So many students were fired by Hogwarts, including many well-known people like Mr. Newt.

Why can Hagrid get a stable salary in school and occasionally make extra money?

It's not without a reason!

"Thank you, Hagrid! I will control my emotions." Dumbledore wiped his tears again.

"Principal, this drama is just that, it's not very story-oriented." Lockhart interrupted, "I can write such a bad plot while dreaming."

Professor McGonagall shook his head, young man... the road is narrow.

"Principal, are you moved by Hamlet too?" Professor Fleevy asked. "No, I am moved by Leothis." Dumbledore said sadly.

"His sister died because of Hamlet. For revenge, he was also hostile to Hamlet, but he had no intention of attacking. The wand in his hand was unwilling to attack Hamlet easily.

When he was determined to hit Hamlet, the narration was ‘But my heart disapproves of me’.

Alas, Leotes must have been in pain at that time.

I think he wished he could die, and then change his sister and Hamlet to his life."

Flevy looked at Dumbledore with a confused look on his face. Isn’t the protagonist of this drama Hamlet?

Why does Dumbledore seem to have Leotes greater and more inner drama?

Sure enough, there is no reason why the principal is so great. He can always observe things that others cannot notice.

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking, he raised his head and listened with his ears on his back.

"What's wrong, professor?" Snape asked with a frown.

Dumbledore didn't speak, but frowned, as if thinking about something.

Soon, the dinner ended, everyone stood up and left, and pushed and rushed towards the lounge.

But as soon as I reached the entrance of the stairs, a shrill voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone stopped in panic and looked forward, and the figures of Mrs. Loris and Bobocha appeared at the stairs.

They walked through the crowd and ran straight towards William.

Bobo Tea seemed frightened. It ran up and jumped into William's arms at a speed that did not match the weight of Big Orange.

Mrs. Loris howled even more, and the sound was like a baby crying, making everyone's scalp numb.

Its eyes widened and yelled at William several times.

Everyone stared at the cat who suddenly went crazy.

"Does it want to tell us what is?" Hermione frowned.

"It's probably something happened to Felch."

Mrs. Loris turned and ran away, William pushed away the crowd and followed her strode.

Hermione also followed William closely, as if afraid something happened to him.

Mrs. Loris ran on the marble stairs at full speed, and it rushed to the third floor, and finally turned a corner to the last empty aisle.

On the wall at the end of the aisle, a row of words were shining, particularly obvious in the darkness.

The secret room was opened,

Those who are enemies with the heirs,

alert!

Harry stood in front of the wall, looking panicked, which gave people the feeling of being stolen and getting something.

"Not me..."

Harry explained in panic that before he finished speaking, Malfoy squeezed out of the crowd.

His cold eyes were alive, and his usually bloodless face turned red. He looked at the lines and smiled grimly at Hermione.

"Watch the enemy of the heirs! The next one is you, mud..."

Malfoy suddenly shut up, his lips tightly pressed against each other, as if stitched by invisible force.

William put Bobo tea into Hermione's arms and walked to Malfoy, quietly and expressionless.

Malfoy's two followers rushed over, William did not turn around, his wand just turned gently.

A red light flashed by,

Two figures crashed into the wall at a faster speed.

Malfoy's body trembled slightly, William was angry and laughed, and he whispered: "Don't be afraid, I won't hit you."

I'm just curious, who gave you the courage to speak like this in front of me, huh?!

this time,

Shut up for a day.

next time,

It's only three days.

I hope this is the last time I hear the word "Mui" from your mouth."

"otherwise,"

William tilted his head and gestured gently on Malfoy's neck with his magic wand.

"I don't guarantee you won't lose your voice forever."

Malfoy collapsed on the ground and was shocked.

William turned and left, walked towards Harry, his pupils shrank, telling Hermione not to follow him.

On the other side of the corner of the corridor, Felch spread his limbs and lays across the ground.

Not far away from him, there was a large piece of carrion on the belly and a broom.

Before being attacked, Felch appeared to be cleaning up the pile of Nick's lost rancid food.

There was a blood stain on Felch's sternum, and this was the only wound.

Strangely, the wound has bleed very little, and it has even healed slowly.

Only a small piece of blood that has solidified into powder was deposited underground.

In the palm of Felch's right hand, there was a pattern outlined with blood.

There was also blood on Felch's index finger on his left hand. Obviously someone inserted his index finger into the wound to make the pattern.

Use blood as ink and skin as canvas!

This murderer is playing the game.

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Chapter completed!